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ShadeGod of Creation

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Subject: Shade's characters Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:52 pm

Cain Vulsore

"Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?"

Name:Josh Tyler Cain Vulsore Nicknames (optional): King of Darkness Age/Birthday: Cain is 18 years old he was born on October 31, 1996Eyes: Blood RedHair: Jet Black and usually spiked up. Body Type: A positiveSkin Type: Cain has a very light skin tone as he tries to stay out of the sun as long as he can. Weight: 170 pundsHeight: 5’11” Personality:Cain is rash and a bad influence, though a natural born leader at the same time when using his very big brain, which isn’t most of the time. He is quick to judge and will get into fights easily if given the opportunity he will act before thinking, not caring about the consequences of those around him. He can hold a grudge easily and will go through elaborate plans to get what he wants even if it means killing a few bag ‘o bloods along the way. Cain is very sadistic; he is a cold blooded serial killer who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone except for himself. If someone is at their feat groveling and begging for mercy Cain would simply laugh and chain them to a rock as he slowly and painfully starts to cut them up inch by inch, making the person watch every little thing until he finishes him by cutting his eyes and tongue out.

The certified King of Darkness loves to have everything he does go smoothly and without any flaws, if anything goes wrong he will immediately lose control and freak on the closest thing. He doesn’t know love or any emotion other than hate, anger, jealousy, and envy for the simple reason that growing up his mother was an alcoholic, a druggie, and his father was long gone before he was born. Cain has no remorse for any of the actions he has hence committed and will commit though secretly he does everything for a few select reasons. The two biggest reasons are the respect and fear he gets from people because of how powerful he is and far he has gone in life, though the true reason is he hopes that one day he will gain the love and approval of his father wherever he may be.Flaws:Sociopathic, Cain is not one to be reasoned with and is almost entirely devoid of emotions from his harsh life. He cares little for his own emotions save anger, hate, jealous, envy and lust and cares even less about the emotions of others save for their fear and respect. Because of this its usually very hard for him to connect with others on any sort of level other than respecting them, if they earn it which is just as hard to do.

Lies like there is no tomorrow. All his life Cain has had to lie to get by in life and it carries over even now when there should be no reason for him to lie about who he is. Anything out of his mouth should be taken with a grain of salt and because of this even he isn’t completely sure when the things he’s saying are true or false anymore. It takes skill and a hell of a lot of years doing it to convince one’s self that the lies they are telling are actually the truth.

He won’t admit it but Cain is about as insecure about himself as they come. Years upon years of picking himself up and trying to prove to the world that he isn’t going to be defined by the type of mother he has, or the little amount of money he has, or the fact that he has an absent father has been hard on the boy, and because of this the real Cain, or rather Josh Toms, is buried deep down inside of him. He’s buried under at least fourteen years of lies, and arrogance boosters.

Speaking of arrogance boosters, after years of building himself up into the lie he is today Cain is an arrogant ass hole and he isn’t afraid of letting you know how much better he is than you will ever be. This also usually tends to lean over into his fighting capabilities as well, while in a fight Cain will usually never resort to using his full potential especially at night because he doesn’t believe anyone in the world human, monster, Demi-God, or even God can stand to match his full power. Believing himself to be a God in his own right.

Finally Cain has two very prominent scars on his body one is that of a scar right below what would be called his pecks in the shape of a strange L given to him by his mother and a broken beer bottle when he was five years old that never healed properly. The second one however is much bigger and more recent, it is a huge cross that resides on his back. It was cut into him and then burned in by the ‘villagers’ of his hometown when they deemed him a monster or some sort of possessed demon before he of course killed them all. The cross on his back still brings him slight pain whenever it is touched and as for the one on his chest if mentioned or he sees it, it is still able to send Cain into a state of momentary shock due to the ‘sentimental value’ it holds over him.

Talents: Cain has top Olympian athlete strength, stamina, durability, and speed. His skill with the Kilij and daggers are unmatched. Also even though he is young Cain is a master at most if not all forms of torture...scary right? Typical Outfit: Cain’s typical outfit consists of black athletic shoes, dark or black jeans with a purple shirt and a slick leather jacket. Hanging on his left side in its sheath is his Stygian Iron Kilij and inside the jacket are two Stygian Iron daggers. Mortal Parent: Lauren Toms Titan Parent: Erebus, Embodiment of primordial darkness, Titian of Shadows, Lord of Tartarus. Place of Origin: Cain was born in London, England Powers: He Can shadow travel up to the distance that is equivalent to the size of Rhode Island. (2 times a day at maximum length on a bright day, up to 5 times just around and about on a bright day; 4 times at maximum on a cloudy/stormy/non bright day, 10 times just around and about on a cloudy/stormy/non bright day.) He will pass out for up to four hours if he goes over his ability on shadow travel, though the time depends on how much direct sunlight he's in. The more there is the longer it takes.

Able to control/produce shadows at any point of the day. He may use each shadow that he produces himself for up to thirty minutes and can control shadows for up to an hour, or an hour and a half depending on how much direct sunlight there is. The power drains him for up to twenty minutes each use, depending on how much direct sunlight he receives. After the tenth usage without letting himself rest he won't be able to use the power for an up to an hour, depending on how much direct sunlight he receives.

He is near invisible when in shadows. This happens at all times of the day as long as he is in a shadow. Not something he controls, so no limitations, because he's always able to be seen if you just look hard enough or had watched him go into the shadows.

Draws energy from the night; meaning he performs his best at night. He can perform longer, and harder, before tiring. The closer to midnight it is, the longer and harder he can go. Able to heal much faster at night. Essentially while it night He has a somewhat slow healing factor, but it is extremely efficient. Capable of healing even the most fatal wounds, he can even lose a limb and reattach it with this factor. However he does not heal automatically and while he is actively using his muscles to fight or run away he will not heal.

Can create up to ten things an hour from shadows. Nothing living, nothing that would be electronic (phones, iPods, televisions, kitchen appliances, ect). Small things in sets count as one thing (say he tries to make five necklaces all at once instead of one at a time, that would be counted as one item) though larger things will be counted as multiples. It takes five minutes of rest to recover from each usage, though if he doesn't let himself rest and uses up all of his ten items, it will take him up to an hour to recover depending on the amount of direct sunlight received.

Shadow warriors; warriors made of shadow that fight for him, they can look like anything from shadow like humans to strange shadowy beasts. 4 every hour; each one takes him up to ten minutes to recover depending on direct sun exposure. 25 every six hours taking him an three hours to recover completely, depending on direct sunlight exposure. Hourly he can summon the four either together (Taking thirty minutes to completely recover) or individually (ten minutes recovery), or even in pairs of two (fifteen minutes recovery) or three (twenty minutes recovery) at a time. 25 every six hours is only all 25 together.

As an additional power gained from his father he can talk to the dead; all he does is place his hand on the body and talks with them, this lasts about 30 seconds before the bodies start burning up and of course once that happens it is quite hard to speak to them.

Finally, he is able to raise the dead, Skeletal Warriors to be exact, (They regenerate twice after being 'killed' before 'killed' fully' ) 4 every hour; each one takes him up to ten minutes to recover depending on direct sun exposure. 25 every six hours taking him an three hours to recover completely, depending on direct sunlight exposure. Hourly he can summon the four either together (Taking thirty minutes to completely recover) or individually (ten minutes recovery), or even in pairs of two (fifteen minutes recovery) or three (twenty minutes recovery) at a time. 25 every six hours is only all 25 together. He can also mix them with the Shadow Warriors, to gets max of 50 from both Shadow Warriors and Undead/Skeletal Warriors. However if he does this he can't do much more for at least 2 hours in sunlight to an hour in no sunlight.

History:Cain Vulsore had a very troubled child hood right from the start, the day he was born his father was nowhere to be seen so on his birth certificate no name could even be written down. He grew up in the ‘care’ of his mother, an alcoholic, a drug addict, and all those vile things wrapped up into one whom didn’t seem to care much for Cain. By the time he was three it one could already tell he would grow up to be a ‘troubled child’ just on the way he acted alone, but did that stop people from wanting to be around him? No, it was just the opposite, kids his age and a little older would flock to him in hopes that he would lead them on adventures surely to attract the attention of their parents whether it is good or bad.

By middle school he had more enemies than one could count, but he also had more friends than one could count as well. It was about this time that his powers started to manifest and he started to believe that he was a vampire just like from the stories he read. Studying up on his powers and abilities, along with his skill with daggers and torture, he perfected them up through his second year of high school which was when he dropped out. How he 'perfected' them was through trial and error, finding out what he could and could not do. He dropped out to better support his mother but a week after he lost control and killed his mother, by ripping into her neck with his Stygian Iron daggers and draining her body dry of its blood.

Upon realization of what he did he severed her head and burnt the rest of her body to remove any evidence to himself than 'took flight'. By the time he had turned sixteen he had killed up to one hundred more people, each and tortured just as many. It was the day he turned seventeen that he was finally run out of London and he once again took flight, but this time across the big pond and into America. New York City, and a little Camp called Cam Half-Blood to be exact was his new destination. Once there he tried to live his life quietly feeding his bloodlust and staying under the radar, pretending to be a son of Hades but it didn’t last very long.

It was soon found out who his true ‘Godly’ parent was and a lot more suspicion was placed upon the young man. However even if he did have to live in his own Cabin deep within the woods of Camp Half-Blood and was looked on with new found fear and respect he lived there happily. Knowing that deep within the woods he was able to keep the guise up that the random deaths of campers just so happened to be by the hands of monsters and not another demi-god….or rather demi-titian.

RP Example:Cain was bored, because let’s face it the most interesting thing he had done this month was take over some crappy Prom only for two punk ass zeroes heroes to try and take him down. When he had the entire army of the creatures of the night, literally, all there pissed off that they had decided to crash their party. So at least for a little bit he had gone back to his old tricks from the days before he got all big and high and mighty in the world of the night. It was his moniker, his calling cards of sorts that he used back when the police didn’t even believe he existed; back when they didn’t want to believe he existed because they didn’t have a face to a name.

They still didn’t exactly have a face or his name but that didn’t really matter. What did matter was that decapitated heads from the neck down, with two very present puncture wounds apparent in said neck, were popping up ever so slowly down in New Orleans. He had been having fun with his last two victims as of late so for the moment there was only one or two of the heads lying around with shadow monsters ready to spell out ‘The Lord of Shadows Returns’ when some stupid human or cop runs across them.

What made it all the more fun was that the people of New Orleans were just starting to feel safe again, what with Shade disbanding and all after Elena Marie died…again for like the fifth time. Laughing as he finished having his fun with the two victims he finished draining them of their blood and then severed the heads as he lit the bodies on fire, breathing in and taking in the smell of burning flesh. Next to blood and…well something else it was one of his favorite things to smell in the world. He could have stood there the entire time until something else caught his attention. Something that didn’t require super human hearing or some other sense to attract him. Oh no, the tell-tale sound of a wall cracking and breaking from a superhuman force was one he knew all too well.

Slinking back into the shadows his body becoming one with them as the shadow monsters wrapped around Cain, he was pulled into the shadow realm before re-appearing on top of a building not too far away. Overlooking the city streets he tilted his head to the side in confusion, as from what he could see there wasn’t exactly anything well…interesting or big enough to have made the noise he heard. In fact the only thing that seemed to be anywhere close to the building, which he could see had a pretty damn big crack in it, was a drunk girl walking down the sidewalk like she would fall over at any moment. Sure, two people filled you up pretty fast but Cain also had other needs that needed to be satisfied…and a taste wouldn’t hurt.

A wicked grin forming onto the face of the King of Darkness he once again melted back into the shadows becoming one with them. In a matter of moments he rose up from behind the girl, rising up from her very own shadow and licked his lips. Or rather, he licked his teeth and more specifically his two now growing in size canines. “You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” He asked with a cackle, having always wanted to say that line, as he went to grab the girl from behind and attempted to bite down on her exposed neck.((It’s a different version of Cain but I dare say it helps portray him perfectly))

Notes about your character: the first known Demi-Titian at Camp Half-Blood.

Last edited by Shade on Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:52 am; edited 2 times in total

ShadeGod of Creation

Posts : 57Join date : 2014-07-29

Subject: Darren Cross-Son of Nike Tue Jul 29, 2014 8:04 pm

Darren Cross

"Fairy dust isn't the same as Pixie dust man..."

Name: Darren Cross

Gender: Last Time he checked he was a Male.

Mortal Parent: He does not know who his mortal father was as he was left in an orphanage very soon after he was born.

God Parent: Nike the winged goddess of victory.

Date of Birth: Born August 15th 1996

Place of Birth: Sydney, Australia

Hometown/Last Residence: Born and raised in Sydney Australia, for better or for worst. Outside of the Camp his last place of residence was in a box, in an alley behind a butcher's shop back home in Australia. However the past two years Darren has resided at Camp-Half Blood as a year rounder.

Race/ethnicity: Darren is Caucasian for his race and Australian for his ethnicity.

Accent: Broad Australian. For this type of Accent think the late Steve Irwin.

Skin Tone: Darren is strikingly tan, as would be expected for someone who lived outside most of his life.

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: A medium Brown

Hair Length: Darren’s hair is long and curly coming down to past his ears and over his eyes at times.

Height: Darren clocks in at the average height of five feet seven inches.

Weight: 165 pounds of pure muscle, or so he says.

Body Type: Darren has an athletic build, like that of a swimmer. He isn’t what you would call super muscular but you would be hard pressed to find fat on his body, as he has toned most of it into muscle. Which is surprising with how much the boy can eat.

Appearance: Darren has brown hair which he never seems to style, instead simply throwing water on it in the morning to keep the cowlicks down. He has light blue eyes that look as if they’d been plucked right from the sky and two scars that go across his back from when he was living on the streets back in Australia. The boy is not your average run of the mill kid either, just looking at him a person can see he’s peppy and happy, ready to go do something at a moment’s notice. Mainly because he is ready to do something, anything, and everything all at once if given the chance. He never slouches and always appears to be the happiest man alive even when things start to get rough he’ll keep that happy go lucky appearance and stance.

As for his clothes…well that’s a different story entirely. For the past six years of his life, not counting the two he’s spent at Camp, Darren didn’t have the best clothes in the world or too many items of clothing for that matter. He had two pairs of underwear and a pair of shorts and that was it. Now that he’s found his way to camp he wears the usual Orange Camp shirt, sometimes when he remembers that is, and a pair of swim trunks as even though he’s moved away from Australia he still loves the beaches. However he still will never be found with a pair of shoes on because he finds them uncomfortable.

Weapon: Darren’s weapon of choice is a celestial bronze sword that he received the first day he arrived in camp to replace his broken down and rusty normal sword he ‘found’ in Australia. He also carries around two celestial bronze knives in case he needs to fight in close quarters or for some reason feels like using them instead of his sword.

Armor: Armor is not exactly something Darren worries about however when he does decide to wear armor it is not the big bulky stuff most wear into battle. Instead Darren wears armor that is mostly made of leather and is lightweight making it easier for him to move around his opponent preferring speed to brute strength. The armor does cover his entire body though complete with a hood, making it look as though he is some sort of white and orange thief, which he of course finds quite amusing.

Pet(s): Sadly Darren does not have any pets, but it is probably for the best because if the boy had one he would quite possibly forget to feed it or something of the sort.

Skills/Talents:Darren has learned and ‘mastered’ most forms of combat with a sword and he is an expert at some without a sword due to his three year period spent learning only sword fighting as well as the two years spent at Camp Half-Blood. His 'main' Sword Fighting Techniques are (all though he does know more these are the ones he will usually be seen using can switch from one to one and even integrate them with ease): German School of Fencing, Company of Masters, T'ai chi ch'uan/Taijijian,Fu Style Wudang Quan, and Kenjutsu. Darren is also an expert at Parkour and Free Running due to his time spent on the lamb as he calls it, as of late he has learned how to swim.

Flaws:

Now although most if not all demi-gods have ADHD to Darren it is more than just something so simple as having battle ready reflexes. No the young man literally cannot sit still for more than a couple of seconds and always seems to having something else on his mind. In most cases of Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder you hear of cases where even the smallest of things distract the poor soul who has the disorder. In Darren’s case this is true times about ten; from falling leaves to butterflies to even something happening somewhere twenty feet away he’s more interested in what’s going on elsewhere than around him. He cannot stay focused on one thing for more than five seconds and is always moving from this to that, brain constantly dragging him away to look at this, to look at that, or talk about random unrelated things for minutes on end until he’s wandered so far from the original purpose he’s not even sure who he’s talking to anymore. When he gets going nothing in this world besides a nice clonk to the back of the head will get him to stop, or a few shouts in his ear. The only time he is not moving and is anywhere near what could be described as peaceful is when he is sleeping or knocked out. Otherwise you are going to be dealing with one hyper Australian.

Personal space much? Darren doesn’t have too great a grasp on the accepted value of personal space and tends to find his way squeezing into what others would determine uncomfortable time and time again. Being raised in an orphanage of over a hundred kids and then living on the streets for three years in a children’s gang and then by yourself three more years kind of washes away the concept of how close to someone is acceptable or not.

Women, in the sense that whenever he’s around them him his brain turns to mush. The poor boy still can’t seem to figure out how females work and why he can never seem to get anything more than a couple sentences or gargled crap out when he speaks. Okay so no it isn’t that bad but whenever he is around a girl or girls his brain just stops working and instead whatever he thinks or whatever he wants to think just kind of comes out. There is no censor at all at this point he blabs all the way to hell and back, usually embarrassing himself and those around him. This wouldn’t be that bad if he wasn’t constantly trying to flirt with girls.

Darren’s sense of right and wrong is a bit cartoonish. To him there is no grey area there is no in-between, you are either good or bad and because of this outlook on life he judges people the same way. This can be a tad harsh but also makes him pretty closed minded in regards to difficult decisions other people make and doesn’t allow him to understand the reasoning behind it. If he views you as good then he’ll be more inclined to trust you and be friends with you, if he thinks you’re ‘evil’ or bad chances are you won’t be getting that second chance.

Darren has one physical flaw that most people, behind him at least, can see from ten feet away. He has two scars across his back etching from his right shoulder all the way down across his back. These scars came not from monsters or from training during camp sessions. These scars instead come from regular human beings with regular knives in ‘regular’ old Sydney, Australia. In fact it happened only a few days before the events that transpired with Darren’s friend Lauren and by the same people. Having found the young boy wandering around their ‘territory’ and even daring to steal some bread from them they brought Darren back to his own group and carved the cuts into his back with rusted knives while they made everyone else watch. To this day the memory haunts him as he blames himself for what happened to Lauren because he was unable to do anything to help her because of the wounds. The sight of them or the sight of similar scars on other people still momentarily make the boy freeze up, shutting him up even if only for a few seconds.

Strengths: Swordsmanship is perhaps the greatest strength Darren has, he is what one could consider a swords master and can hold his own with the best of the best. He is also a happy-go-lucky person who just seems to give off an aura that seems to make everyone happier, he’s able to light up the room with a joke and always ready to make someone laugh. When he gets serious however, and that is a very unlikely thing to see, Darren has quite the knack for being a natural born leader and excels at leading others to victory in whatever it is that is going on.

Weaknesses: Having lived on the streets since the age of ten Darren only has school teachings taught to him at an orphanage up until the age of ten. Therefore he is not in any sense of the word book smart, thus making him struggle in anything harder than basic math, reading, and writing. In all honesty it is probably even worse than most children had up to that point because of his severe case of ADHD making focusing for him harder than it should have been. As well as that the young man also cannot drive a car, and although not a major weakness he himself finds it to be one as he doesn’t think he’ll ever succeed in passing a driver’s test what with being an ‘illegal immigrant’ and all of that lovely stuff.

Darren is color blind, having Deuteranopia he is unable to distinguish red and green colorings as they both appear to look the same to him. It is a color vision deficiency in which the green retinal photoreceptors are absent, moderately affecting red–green hue discrimination. It is a form of dichromatism in which there are only two cone pigments present.

Likes: What doesn’t Darren like would be a better question to ask. He likes food, swords, cars, girls, doing the right thing, saving people. Hell there isn’t much he doesn’t like as long as he tries it at least once, whether it be some type of food, a genre of music, a sport, or even something as obscure as playing chicken in front of a train. As long as he gets some sort of thrill out of it he’s going to like it more likely than not.

Dislikes: However that doesn’t mean there aren’t some things that he doesn’t like. In fact, rape, murder, and pointless violence are just the big three. To make it short anything he views as evil or bad, he doesn’t like it and for some odd reason that includes the government. Not just the American government but all government, to him it’s just ways to keep people down and deprive them of living to their full potential…talk about being a hippy.

Fears: Darren is more afraid of being forgotten and unloved than anything else in the world. Having grown up in an orphanage and on the streets for most of his life it is understandable that he feels he needs to make some sort of lasting impression on the world or he won’t amount to anything. He’s always trying to prove himself to others and show that he is just as good as the next guy or maybe even better because of his fear of never truly being loved or accepted. Losing those closest to him is also a pretty big fear when your first girlfriend was murdered and all of your ‘friends/family’ were shot down and killed while you were off getting food. Oh yea he’s also pretty damn scared of poodles for reasons he’d rather not talk about.

Personality:Darren is a smart, funny, and resourceful person doing whatever he wants to in life simply because he finds it fun. He loves to learn new things, make jokes and get 'smooth ' with the ladies but he is completely oblivious when it comes to that subject and do simply messes up and is laughed at. Though all that aside from his life on the street and intense training and learning with his powers he is honest and honorable. Though he likes to tell himself he is the greatest hero the world has ever see.

Though Darren may at times keep to himself, usually when under a great deal of stress or thinking, he is very talkative. He loves animals and nature, though he is not a vegetarian and loves to eat meat. He believes that there is good in all of us even if it's deep down, because of this he will try to bring it out and make the person see this as well. He is a defender of the week and the poor, he hates to see those who are not as well off as others beaten or abused just because they can't either defend their selves or don't have the money to do things that normal people can do.

Powers:As a child of the goddess of victory when Darren is in a fight, battle, game, or anything of the sort if he and his teammates start to lose their chance of victory goes up by 70% however this chance is limited to once a day no matter what competition it is. Something as simple as skipping rocks to a battle to the death and just because he gets the boost doesn't mean he's going to win. (Note when it activates his eyes turn gold, which he finds hilarious "because eyes aren't supposed to be gold.")

Social Status: Darren didn’t exactly have what you would call a normal life and thus didn’t have a true social status. However having lived in Camp for the past two years Darren would be counted in the popular crowd. He himself however doesn’t view himself in any sort of clique instead choosing to hang out with whomever he chooses, as the boy does not exactly have an understanding of social status. He does however understand social and leadership hierarchy so he will respect those with position of leadership or those that he deems worthy of respect.

Summer or Year Rounder: With nowhere else to go other than back to living on the streets Darren is most definitely a year rounder; which is sad as being eighteen he only has one year left at camp before he’ll have to make it on his own in life.

Years at Camp: Darren has currently been at Camp Half-Blood for two years and plans on living through the rest of his years here at Camp as best he can.

Life Before Camp:Darren is your average kid he grew up loving movies, sports, cartoons and all that jazz. Only difference is Darren grew up in an orphanage in Australia having no clue whom his parents were. In the orphanage he had some friends but none ever stayed long always being adopted and tone before they could become too close. It seemed as if fate simply wanted to play with his emotions for life as he would always just start to become good friends with someone before they were whisked away. But that never seemed to stop him at thirteen him and a girl he was slowly falling for, but did not know it at the time, ran off to start their own life thinking they'd never be adopted.

As the pre-teen made it to the streets he and Lauren, the girl whom he left with, slowly but surely lent toward the small life of crime as they tried to survive on their own. It started out as only petty shop lifting, some purse stealing here and there and things such as that, but nothing was ever serious crimes even when they joined a small gang the next year. At the ripe young age of fourteen Lauren had her virginity stolen from her by a rival gang and turned to her best friend with the news. This infused Darren's wrath, and along with being struck by lightning and some 'magic', triggered what he defined as his dormant super powers. This ‘magic lightning’ was really normal lighting, Darren had the powers sense birth but this revelation and harm that was brought to him is when the boy first realized he had powers. Exerting himself he mastered as many forms of combat with a sword as he could and was about to take out the gang only to see what Darren deemed a 'caveman', although later reports that the boy chose to ignore showed that the 'caveman' was simply a very hairy human with enhanced strength and due to steroids, there beating them to a pulp for reasons unknown to him. (Those same reports told the man did so because he was in fact mentally unstable and had no self-control over his actions. Great Idol, right?)

This of course surprised fifteen year old Darren Cross but intrigued him as well. When he returned to his 'home' to bring the news to his 'family' and new girlfriend, Lauren, he found them all dead with bullet holes and knife marks through their bodies . Confused, saddened and distraught by the scene he fled Australia to become in the hopes of becoming hero like the 'caveman' he saw earlier that day. If only because he believed the group who killed his ‘family’ to be the same group that he had been killed only recently. Though traumatized by the former event he knew by becoming a hero he could prevent deaths and rapes like the ones he's seen in his short life. So taking his trusty sword and a couple daggers he stowed away on a ship and fled to America to start his new life as a super hero. But, that’s not quite what happened in the end.

Having made it to America on the boat upon stepping on land he was attacked by monsters and at the last moment saved by a satyr. The satyr explained to Darren who and what he truly was and from there offered to take the boy to a place where there were many others like him. Having never truly had a home of his own and nowhere else to go he agreed to follow the goat man to this camp. It has been two years sense then and Darren has matured into the man he is today…well mostly, there’s still some of that childish and immature run away inside him.

Role-playing Example: Eyes slowly opening a hand reached up to a hair of fluffy brown hair scratching the skull that was underneath it. A yawn escaped the mouth of the boy whom it belonged to and said mouth was quickly covered as the teenager wasn’t quite sure if anyone was around to hear it. He knew he had to be quiet or he would be found out and that certainly wasn’t on this young man’s to do list. Darren Cross was the stowaway on a ship heading out from Australia to America, where in America he didn’t know but that was something he intended to find out. Hidden behind and in between boxes he tried to duck his head down even further upon hearing voices getting closer to where he was hiding.

It wasn’t until they were almost upon him that he realized just what they were talking about as they started moving things. They were getting closer to land, and American land at that after nearly a month of waiting and hiding Darren grinned jumping up from his hiding place. The stunned crew men didn’t even have time to fully react before he dashed from his hiding spot onto to the ship deck with his sword, daggers, and extra clothes all in his waterproof backpack he kind of stole from back home. Standing in the middle of the boat Darren zipped up the back as much as he can, sword handle sticking out the top though, and whistled as he took in his first site of the beach that was before them. Sure, it probably wasn’t the port or whatever the boat was heading but it was certainly going to be Darren’s destination now.

After a few moments of him standing there the rest of the crew finally realized that Darren was not only a stowaway but was standing in the middle of their ship. As they ran after him Darren waved and took off dashing to the edge of the boat where he jumped over yelling as he went. “Thanks for the ride mates! I’ll pay you pack someday!” Well at least that is what he believed he said, to the people on the ship it was probably something more along the lines of ‘wooooo hooooo! Yippe! Or Ahhhhh!’ After a second or two Darren splashed down into the water below. He wasn’t sure where he was in America or how far the beach was but Darren didn’t care. He was going to become the greatest Hero America had ever seen!

After a few minutes he finally made it to shore, pulling himself up onto the beach where he took off his book-bag and t-shirt. Ringing out the thing he plopped down on the sand beneath him, lying down. The afternoon sun beating down on his face he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Sure, he should go run around and find out where he was then go off to save the city or something but Darren didn’t quite feel like doing it just yet. Who knew though the day wasn’t over just yet and he was pretty sure something was going to happen soon anyway. “Ahhh, America sun is nice…not as warm as Australian though…” He mumbled to himself in his Australian accent.

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Subject: Re: Shade's characters Tue Jul 29, 2014 8:04 pm

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Subject: Re: Shade's characters Tue Jul 29, 2014 8:07 pm

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Subject: Blake O'Leary-Son of Freyr Thu Jul 31, 2014 7:25 pm

Blake O'Leary

"To be or not to be, that is the question."

Name: Blake O'Leary

Gender: Male

Mortal Parent: Christy Danielle O'Leary

God Parent: Blake is the son of Freyr. He is the Norse God of the Sun, Rain, Harvests, Plenty, Peace, and Prosperity.

Date of Birth: May 17th, 1997

Place of Birth: Blake was born in Los Angeles California around the Hyperion Hotel. Eventually he and his mother moved to a more family friendly residential area.

Hometown/Last Residence: Los Angeles , California. Born and raised he's never lived anywhere else but don't let him fool you. He has a nact for accents and knows a variety of languages.

Race/ethnicity: Caucasian/American

Accent: Blake doesn't exactly have an accent, it's obviously 'American' when he's speaking but can't be described as either southern or northern as in a way it is a mix of both. This is mainly due in part to the voice acting he has had as well as having to learn to speak other languages and with to speak them with believable accents. Not only that but to be able to speak with the accents of other regions of the world as well.

Skin Tone: Although not completely Albino, Blake is not much darker than your 'average ginger' when he isn't tanned. However from living in Las Angeles for so long he has picked up quite a few tricks and can tan very quickly.

Hair Length: This hair when down only reaches around the top of his eyes but it is usually spiked up to point towards the front.

Height: Blake stands in at the height of 5'4". It would be best for you however if you did not make mention to the man's height; especially regarding how short he is and/or short jokes a he doesn't take kindly to them.

Weight: 120lbs

Body Type: At the height of five feet four inches Blake is relatively skinny with some muscle on his bones. He is around what is considered normal weight for someone of his height a well and is in relatively good shape. However compared to most of the people at this camp his eight years of karate don't exactly jelly place him in top physical percentile; even back home.

Appearance: Blake has black hair, which he likes to dye, that he spikes up so that is points towards the front of his head. His eyes are usually a piercing blue color but he likes to use nonprescription contacts to change them with his favorites are red, green, and purple. He has no strange or special looking scars or identifying markers that would help make it easier to pick him out of a crowd, other than his height of course. He does however like to ‘spice up’ his clothes and wears whatever he wants or finds stylish that day and he hardly ever wears the same thing more than three times.

Weapon: Blake duel wields two Asgardian Steel cutlasses. Unknown to him, these swords are the real deal and not in fact shiny stage props like he believes them to be. Be wary when around him during his first few days of camp.

Armor: As Blake believes this to be an acting camp he himself does not have armor. However when the day comes that he is to wear it into battle his armor of choice will more than likely be that of a light sort. It would probably consist of a light chest plate dense enough to protect his vitals but not heavy enough to slow him down, two wrist guards to protect his arms and a cup for well purposes that don't require explaining.

Pet(s): Blake has no pets, unless you count nature.

Skills/Talents:

Talents: Blake is an excellent singer and natural singer, he also seems to have a green finger when it comes to anything plant related. He also seems to have a natural talent for learning a new language which with his sights set on an acting career comes in handy.

Skills: As one could probably summarize from reading this application Blake is very skilled in acting, singing, dancing and all things show. He has dedicated his seventeen years of life to fulfilling his dream of getting an acting career and because of this has picked up some valuable skills along the way. He knows not only the English language, but French, Spanish, Russian, and German though the classes taken to lean these languages he is also capable of speaking English in what would be determined the accents of the reigns those languages are spoken in. Lastly Blake took right years in Taekwondo and is currently a Red/Black belt.

Flaws:Temper, having a very short temper is something Blake has in high regard for being the son of a peace god. Although this temper is more centered to anything said against him rather, as the term "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" line seems not to apply to him. In fact it's the other way around, if called names, taunted, or made fun of in any way he tends to get angry. Quickly.

Prideful and happy about. Blake takes pride in everything he does, everything he is and once he’s openly said something or done something he won’t be turning back on it or taking shame in it ever again. The boy on his way to becoming a man doesn’t usually think anything he’s done is wrong and either way it’s probably so amazing anyway that it won’t truly matter what everyone else thinks…once it’s already out there in the open and he was the one to say it or do it.

A rather minor flaw but one nonetheless is that he doesn’t pick up on sarcasm too well, which you’d think being an actor and all it would be easy for him. But, we all have our crosses to pair and for the young man dreaming to become an actor picking up on sarcasm and actually understanding it are his, well one of them anyway.

Honesty. Now I know what you’re thinking but just hear me out on this one. Blake is honest to the end and some may say this is a good thing and although that maybe true, sometimes too much of a good thing can be bad. In a sense this is why honesty for him is a flaw as he tells it how he sees it. Not one to lie about most things if Blake sees something happen or thinks something he will usually tell what he saw or what’s on his mind. Never mind if it’s a ‘good’ thing or a ‘bad’ thing that he told whatever it was he was telling.

For such a ‘short tempered’ person who can be quite prideful when it comes to certain things Blake is not the best at expressing his feelings, let alone let others know about how he’s feeling. Unless it’s rage you aren’t getting anything out of the lad and you would be better off finding the holy grail than getting him to talk about his feelings unless he decides he wants to talk about them. Which of course is not likely to happen in your lifetime. Best to keep it all in rather than let the whole world know, but once whatever he was holding in gets out you can be dang sure it’s hopping right onto one of those things he’s proud about.

His height will forever be something Blake personally views as a flaw. To others there might be nothing wrong with being five feet four inches, but to Blake it is simply torture. To always have to look up at others when you’re talking to them, not being able to reach anything on the higher shelves, or even being a tad too short for some amusement park rides (okay so he just finally got out of that phase but still terrible). Practically every action he takes is revolved around the fact that he is short. Taking an interest in acting? To become bigger than he really is, to get respect and finally be able to have others look up to him even if only figuratively. Taking Taekwondo was so that he’d be able to defend himself from bullies bigger than he himself was and so on. He truly believes if he wasn’t so short he’d be able to accomplish so much more and it eats at him all the time.

Strengths: For all his faults Blake is an expert at making friends, just don’t mention his height. Due to having no stage fright from the acting classes to Blake making friends is simply nothing more than improv and once you’ve started the act all you have to do is follow it through to the end. From his training in Taekwondo as well as stage fighting he is also pretty well versed in sword fighting and if/when he ever learns those cutlasses aren’t fake he could be very deadly with them if need be. As for his theatrical side of things I doubt much needs to be said more than that he can act, sing, dance, and do it all with the best of them. Oh yea, and for some reason plants really seem to like him.

Weaknesses: It isn’t a well-known thing to Blake as he’s never had to do it before but he isn’t exactly the greatest with a bow and arrow. The people in the movies all make it look so easy and he’s sure if he ever was cast in a part involving a bow he could figure it out, but he’d rather not find out. Another thing that he’d like to keep secret is that he can’t exactly swim; sure he can hold his breath underwater in the three feet area just as long as the next guy or gal but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be venturing too far out in the water.

Likes: Music, out of everything that’s what Blake likes most it can be played for any type of mood and in his opinion fits in just about anywhere at any time. Food, what kind of male would he be if he didn’t like food, and lots of it. Not as much as the next guy probably but if you offered him free food he probably wouldn’t turn it down even if it did have some sort of catch attached to it…probably. Also he likes the theater and dreams of becoming a Broadway star when he’s older, and if that doesn’t happen there is always movies and TV shows galore.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, bullies. Pick on the helpless, or someone for any reason, lie to your family and friends, or cheat on your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend or do any of these things and you and Blake are not going to get along well in any sense of the word. You might as well pack your bags turn around now and go on back to wherever you came from because he isn’t having any of your crap. Oh yea, he also doesn’t like broccoli…it’s a tiny little tree, trees aren’t supposed to be small it just isn’t right. Broccoli is evil.

Fears: Drowning, looked at briefly in his weakness Blake can’t swim and with that comes the rational fear of drowning in deep waters or with his luck water anyone who could swim could have survived in. Blake’s biggest fear however is that of not being accept by his peers or those he calls friends for who he is which is why he bottles most things up inside and why when he comes out with something he takes so much pride in it. If he doesn’t and people don’t accept him for who he is it would devastate him more than he probably lets on to even his closest of friends.

Personality: So much about Blake that can be said has already been said, but to summarize he is who he is. The boy close to becoming a young man is a good person who wants to make it in life as an actor. He excels at making friends and is usually pretty good at keeping them, as long as they don’t mind the over the top honesty and don’t make any short jokes or jokes that hit too close to home. In his life time he has also been known to have a capacity for extreme acts of selflessness and loyalty to people that he truly loved and cared for displaying strong senses of honor and devotion. This of course doesn’t come cheap and any thoughts about them can easily be broken if he is angered and what he is angered about is in his mind enough for those loyalties to mean nothing, or if you in his mind wound his pride.

Powers:

Botanical Manipulation: Blake's primary ability is the genetic ability to manipulate most plant life, ranging from wood and mushrooms to petals ,flowers and even trees. He can animate them, force them to grow at supernatural rates, swell them in size (except for trees he can not make them any bigger than they already are; and concerning that he has no control over trees taller than 25 feet which is considered a small tree. For everything else he can't make them any bigger than he himself.) and even when under large amount of stress force the plants around him to interact with the world in ways deemed unnatural, but only once a day even at that. (For this section think poison ivy in terms of how she manipulates plant life to attack others; or even the whomping willow.)He can even create entirely new species of plants, such as a bright blue rose or some other exotic variant. However the constant use of this power drains the boy considerably and thus even when using cheap 'parlor' tricks to impress someone he does so sparingly less he passes out. For reference the power to grow the plants can only be done 10 times a day; however if he goes to manipulate them in some sort of fashion he then can only do it Five times.

Nature's Voice: As a son of Freyr he is psionically connected to all plant life around himself and as such is able to fell, sense, hear things etc. This ability also allows him to speak with plants.(RP Mechanic)

One with nature: Blake is seen as just another plant to most natural animals, meaning they tend to remain passive rather than attack him. This effect however, does not affect animals under the control of other people. (RP Mechanic).

Passive Aggressive: As the son of Freyr when in situations of violence or people are in state unease around each other, as long as he is there the room feels calmer. He is constantly 'emitting' this passive aura which can calm even the most aggressive of 'men' at least a little bit or enough to be reasoned with for a time. (Rp Mechanic. As it is always active it is up to those I am role playing with whether or not they wish to experience the effect, and if they do how much they chose to. If chosen to it only lasts for 3 of my posts.)

Social Status: Drama Queen/King. Blake O'Leary was the type of person who found solace when he was on stage. Whether it was dancing, acting, or even singing he always seemed not only to excel at it but loved it as well. His home life had a tad different view on the acting caster he was choosing but his mother promised if he kept his grades above a B he would be allowed to act as much as he wanted and so he did. So, an honor student the acting king became and with one year left in high school he couldn't wait to get out and go to a big performing arts school with Broadway as his final goal.

Summer or Year Rounder: To Blake this is all an acting camp he was sent to by his mom. Sure, he knows about his powers and what he can do but he's never told her about it and she has never told him about who his real father was. Even going so far as to hide his 'claiming' as something else, plus they aren't talking too much these days anyway. Thus a summer acting camp it is.

Years at Camp: This would be Blake's first year at camp even though he is four years above the age at which children are normally sent to the camp. The reasons behind this are not only because the moment he was claimed was hidden from him and thus he knows not his true heritage.

Life Before Camp:Born and raised in Los Angeles California the middle child of a single mother wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for Blake growing up. He had to try and set the example for his younger brother while at the same time trying not to fall down the same path as his older brother. Placed in the ‘Scope’ program during elementary school despite having ADHD Blake slowly began feeling the pressure even more so from his mother to excel and find a way out of this life, and try he did. However like all things it slowly became harder and harder to keep up with until he found chorus in middle school.

It was during his sixth grade year that Blake finally found somewhere he felt as if he truly belonged. Found something he excelled at in fact and because of this he continued on this new path he found. Throughout the years he continued to sing, to dance, to act, and to live the theater life even when his mother remarried a man who thought the type of thing was girly and that Blake should instead focus his interests elsewhere. So, to keep the man happy he returned to his Taekwondo lessons but it was also around this time that he struck a deal with his mother. The deal that if he continued to do well in school and go to the Taekwondo classes she’d let him continue with his ‘drama’ classes.

The years quickly passed by, his thirteenth birthday came and went without any sign of change and his mother thought for a fact that she had been saved. That her two youngest would be nothing like her oldest child and for a while it seemed that way until of course Blake turned fifteen. It was on his fifteenth birthday that she saw the glowing sign above his head starting to form; Blake was walking into the kitchen when it happened and she had just swept there so it was the perfect excuse. Tripping her boy he fell off his feet and fell down hitting his head; the symbol stayed above but he saw none of it and woke up a bit later to presents thinking nothing about it.

She truly believed he was going to be alright until she caught sight of him using his powers in the backyard one day and knew it was too late. She wouldn’t be able to protect her boy anymore, and that it was time she sent him off to the camp this time; and this time she’d do it before he found out what he was. Except things didn’t exactly go as planned Blake and his mother had a huge fight two days before he was scheduled to depart in which because of her anger and his own which she gained from her it erupted from something so little as not packing a bathing suit into her practically disowning him and Blake goading her into doing it.

In the end Blake was a good boy, and went with her the entire drive to the airport and then got onto the plane and took off to the ‘acting camp’. The camp where he was to learn everything else he didn’t already know and his mom as much as she had wanted to explain what was truly going on didn’t get the chance too. He was still mad at her during the car ride over and thus they didn’t speak the entire time. So, now Blake is going head first into a strange acting camp in the middle of nowhere about to have his entire life flipped upside down. Probably even literally.

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Subject: Leo Legard Son of Jupiter Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:47 pm

Leo Legard

"It's totally not cheating if I give myself a little push every now and then..."

Name: Leo LegardAge/Birthday: Born on November 23, 1998, Leo is 16Eyes: Leo has light Blue eyes like that if the sky on a crystal clear day.Hair: Leo unlike most of his family has sun dyed blond hair that isn’t exactly normal for a native Hawaiian but it does make him look like your average surfer movie hero which he is perfectly okay with. Leo has long curly hair, for a male that is, that comes down past his ears. Body Type: Think of ever surfer in every movie you’ve ever watched, now think of Michael Phelps and combine them together. That’s about what Leo looks like and boy is he sure to make sure everyone around him knows it. Skin Type: Leo has what would be called a tan skin tone. Gained from countless hours spent out in the hot sun and the climate he grew up in which is quite natural and to be expected from someone who grew up in Hawaii and whose ancestors also grew up in Hawaii. Weight: Leo is a very healthy six foot three male with a muscular weight of 180lbs. Height: Leo is pretty tall and definitely above average coming in at six foot three, yes that’s right a surfer who’s 6’3”. Personality: Leo Legard is your average surfer from the surfer movies. He likes to show off, he likes to have fun and he certainly loves to be in the water. Which he admits is odd for a son of Jupiter, but being different from the norm has never stopped him before. He's very funny and witty when he wants to be and is a bit of a jokester not taking much in life seriously, except those he cares about. If however you do become someone he considers family or anything close he will defend you with his life and all his honor. Because like most Roman sons of Jupiter he is all about Honor and Respect. Flaws: He has no idea when girls flirt with him,he likes to show off a lot, doesnt really get love,doesnt really get love but normally attracts alot of girls(flaw because of first flaw and one before)Talents: Leo Legard is a very talented swimmer and painter, he wasn’t sure why he was talented at painting as no one else in his family seemed to be but he accepts it and honed that talent and made it a skill of his. He’s also very charismatic and thus pretty good at making friends even if he can be a tad arrogant at times. Back home in Hawaii he also took archery lessons on the side by request from his mother; he may not have been the greatest but he continued doing so to humor her. Skills: Leo’s skills aren’t much more diverse than what is listed in his talents except he’s also a fantastic surfer. From a young age Leo practiced surfing and growing up he only continued to get better and once his powers started to develop, well a helpful little push from the wind every now and then didn’t hurt either. Typical Outfit: . Leo’s choice of clothes consist of that of a bathing suit and a ‘muscle shirt’ or sleeveless shirt and occasionally some male style flip flops.Mortal Parent: Lauren Legard God Parent: Jupiter, King of the GodsPlace of Origin: Leo’s hometown was Oahu and his last residence was also Oahu having been a surfer he competed in a multitude of competitions taking him from Hawaii to California and even Japan but he always found his way back home. Pets: Leo has a pet Bald Eagle named Tobias. Powers: Leo can control the weather. He can make it rain for 30 minutes at a time pouring rain four times a day. He can control the air can only do 10 times a day gets really tired (stop things in mid air and can make things in the air go faster) strongest thin he can do is make an air buble and breath underwater for three minutes, can use the air to fly for about 10 times a day can only sustain flight,stay in the air, for 15 minutes and highest alltitude is about as high as the big house,can make tornadoes 5 times a day they last for five to ten minutes which can range from the size of a baseball(ten minutes)their like something you can throw to the size of a small car(five miniutes).

Leo can shoot lightning bolts or electrically charge his punches/kicks 15 times a day , Can create a storm cloud to follow people and shoot lightning at them for 15 minutes(he has to be able to see the person for the cloud to follow them) only twice a day,gets really tired when uses his powers when he goes over either limit he faints for ten minutes.

History:Leo lived in Oahu his whole life and never left of actually live anywhere else until now. He was, and still is, an amazing surfer who because of his charisma had a lot of friends. Due to this as well he was always surrounded by girls but he could never seem to figure out why. His mom was the schools swimming coach up until two years ago when she got paralyzed and although he had been claimed earlier that year and had just arrived at camp he decided it would be best if he stayed at home with her. So he came back home as soon as he got the news that his mother had been paralyzed to help her out. Now exactly two years later he has made his way back to camp at her request, telling him she would be fine on her own. Leo still of course worries about her though. (look im usually great at histories but this is what I’ve got right now, and this app crashed while being made I’ll edit it to be better later.)Notes about your character: He is in the First Cohort